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Chapter 10 by otx otx

What's next?

Enhanced

"Masturbate. With all you've got."

Both guards drop their weapons and their pants in quick succession. Both of them start jerking frantically, one with the heel of his hand sliding up and down his shaft, the other using his thumb and forefinger as a fucking loop. Neither of them tries to stop you as you walk past. The same command works on the next two guards; one does the classic cupped-hand jerk and the other dry-humps the hallway chair. With you powered up like this, it's just too easy.

"Hold it right there!"

Just outside the infirmary are another pair of guards, this time a man and a woman. They're pulling out a pair of guns each and that gives you an idea.

You point at the male guard. "Suck her tits." Then you point at the female guard. "Stop him."

Four guns fall to the floor and the two start wrestling; he's trying to pull her top off and she's trying to prevent him.

You watch for a half-minute (he's winning, though slowly) and then step into the infirmary area.

There are over a dozen people in sight: some caregivers, some patients. According to CB's information, Heather is in Treatment Room A. People are turning toward you with worried expressions.

"No need to panic, people, everyone just do a strip-tease and you'll be fine."

To your mild surprise it works. On all of them. You easily walk past the mob of people slowly and seductively undressing and slide open the treatment room door.

Heather is lying face-down on the examination table clad in what could only be called a bikini if you were feeling charitable and sleeping peacefully. A woman wearing the hat, skirt, and shoes of an nurse's uniform is standing by her.

The nurse turns to you angrily. "You can't have her; she's mine!"

"No she isn't. She's coming with me." You concentrate your power. "Now stand there and play with your tits."

She does as told, and to your mild surprise starts squirting drops of milk. A fine spray strikes your face and you subconsciously lick your lips. It tastes sort of like chocolate and wine.

Danger, Nudge, I'm detecting euphorics and will-suppressing chemicals in the milk.

Super-milk? How bad is it?

A good solid drink would leave you a helpless **** to her will. What you've ingested so far should not be a problem.

What about Heather?

Unknown.

You glower at Nurse Nipples. "How much of that did you give Heather?"

"You mean Silver Sting? Enough to totally knock her out and make her my **** when she awakens and I say the word."

"That isn't going to happen, bitch."

"I don't know, she should wake up any time now."

"Then Heather and I are leaving. You finger yourself - one hand in each hole - until we're long gone."

"I'm not going to do that!" She puts one hand under her skirt from the front and the other from the back. "Let my body go, you witch!"

"I'm going to have the gag you, aren't I?"

You push your ass into her face and command the two tattoos to do their business on her. A moment later a tattoo of a dick growing out of the tip of her nose is busily humping her vagina-inked mouth. She's looking daggers at you as you pick up Heather's **** body and leave the room.

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